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Too Much Confusion

There’s far too much confusion,
from jokers and from thieves,
we’re looking for illusion,
but nobody believes.

The thieves, while kindly speaking,
declare that life’s a joke,
which carefully they’re eking
before they all go broke.

On the tower princes
watch and sometimes growl,
and while a wildcat winces,
they hear the west wind howl.

The women come and go,
and servants barefoot tread,
yet none appear to know
that all of them are dead.

The editorial page of the WSJ apologized on June 10 205 for mistakenly attributing Bob Dylan’s “Too Much Confusion” to Jimi Hendrix, who died at the aged of twenty-eight.

All Along the Watchtower, by Bob Dylan

“There must be some way out of here, ” said the joker to the thief,
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.”

“No reason to get excited, ” the thief he kindly spoke,
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let’s not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.”

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance, a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

by gershon hepner

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